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ConfessionsThe cellar I found myself in that day was dark, dank, and reeked of sin. A single light swayed wildly on the frayed string that it hung from on the low ceiling. A hand reached out swiftly to catch that light and offered a word; “What do we do with her?”Confessions
The boss offered in such a deep menacing tone that I could not even hope to muster if I had that low a voice, “Dispose of her.” Through the ever-dimming lighting of that lonely bulb, I was able to catch looks of extreme amusement from the occupants of the room. That is, of course, with the exception of the girl, whose eyes resembled large amber stones at these cruel words.
by ~IvoryWings
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